Hello I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
What’s your name little girl, what’s your name?
So what if I said: “My name? Jose Jimenez.”
“”What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)
I meet someone.
We carry on.
And we seldom know who we are.
What’s your name?
Time marches on.
If you really think about it, we live in a small world.
We meet again.
I recognize you.
I never did ask your name.
Does it matter?
I see you.
I acknowledge you.
Good to see you again….
Whatever your name is….
And whoever you are.
And then a stranger enters.
And we introduce one another.
“Hey stranger! Meet what’s his name. He is a good friend of mine.”
“We met last year in Boise Idaho.”
“Idaho? You da Ho.”
We toast to one another.
By now, we are all good friends.
Even if we do not know who the hell we are.
Sometimes I think the best friends are those who accept us as we are.
Even though we have no idea who you are…. and absolutely no idea who we are.
May I ask?
Do you know Chicken Buttafucco?